This world demands my flesh
Wants a penny for every breath
I've nothing of worth, I can't pay
If I did I'd damn sure want more
And for far more than I've had
If the opposite of my life is death
I believe I can make an argument
How is it fair? Why am I always last
What is there besides food and pain
What is there but sleep and work
What is there but this crooked path
Others seem to have been prepared
Compared, at least, to me
I'd surrender but I haven't fought
I'd give in to entropy
My life was never wrought
With the balance or hope
With the necessary peace
I've struggled to dream
And to finally escape
The wages of your wrath
